Title: A Bit of Magic Can Fix That!
Summary: Slightly AU. We all know what Ronald looked like in his dress robes. But what if someone had been able to fix them for him? Potter Sister one shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, never will it belongs solely to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: No Padma Patil – well she doesn't accompany Ron anyway.
"Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my Great Aunt Tessie! I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie!" – Ron, Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire Movie
Ron Weasley never understood his mother sometimes. For a start she went through most of his older brothers names before she got his. He could understand mixing up the twins – even he did sometimes. But this was next level.
The dress robes were horrible! They smelt strongly of moth balls and there was lace and frills everywhere. Harry was laughing when he stepped into the dorm, checking on Ron so that he could let his laughing companion in behind him. Harry's older sister, Holly. Who, at Harry's request, had agreed to accompany Ron to the Yule Ball. She took one look at him and covered her mouth with her hand to smother her smile.
"You can laugh, everyone else will." Ron said.
"Well I expect your's are more traditional." Harry offered.
"Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my Great Aunt Tessie! I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie!" Ron said after sniffing under his arm.
"I'm not sure if your body odour is the right thing to associate with your Great Aunt Tessie. But hold still Ron, I can fix this." Holly said pulling her wand from the belt on her dress. She gave it a few waves and few incantations the boys had yet to learn and the lace vanished, the colours brightened and soon enough Ron was wearing a set of dress robes that may have been a little old fashioned, but not quite so…frilly.
Ron still didn't dance with Holly not that she minded, Marcus Turner from Ravenclaw had come alone and after asking Ron if it was ok, she joined Marcus for a dance. Ron didn't mind, if he could dance he would – no matter if McGonagall had taught them he didn't retain much. He could see Harry and Parvati making their way off the floor. Parvati was a little out of breath and Harry didn't make it off the floor, his sister nabbed him for a dance. Parvati grabbed her sister to get her out on the floor.
"Not dancing Ron?" Hermione asked as she dropped into the seat beside him. Viktor had gone to get drinks for him and her.
"I don't dance." He replied. Even when Harry glanced at them and motion for them to join him. Hermione got up but Ron didn't follow. He didn't dampen anyone's mood, not really, even when Holly, Marcus and Harry re-joined him at the table.
"Are you sure you don't want to dance Ron?" Holly asked, he shook his head. Holly frowned a little but shrugged and gave Marcus an affirmative when Marcus offered to get them drinks.
Ron was silent most of the evening until Hermione joined him and Harry at the table and he criticised Hermione for fraternising with 'the enemy'. By that time the party was winding down anyway. Holly and Marcus remained in the Great Hall slow dancing together. Marcus and Holly had been prefects together and they had formed a strong bond. In fact – Harry knew he wouldn't be surprised if they were made Heads of the school in their 7th year.
When they got back to the dormitory, as Ron took off the dress robes to change into his pyjamas, he noticed the lace and frills had returned. He pointed this out to Harry who laughed.
"She calls it a Cinderella spell. Cinderella was a character in a muggle fairy-tale. She was suppressed by her step-mother and step-sisters. Then she was granted a wish to go to the Prince's ball. But her 'fairy godmother'," Harry paused here to add air-quotations, "gave her until midnight, before her dress turned back to rags, her carriage turned back into a pumpkin, her horses back to mice and she went back to who she was. So Holly granted you sometime in dress robes that weren't so horrible. It seems they lasted til you took them off." Harry said with a grin. Well it seemed the magic could fix everything.
A/N: Just a quick note about Marcus Turner – in my other fic 'My Personal Nightmare' he is gay, in this he obviously is not.
Also there is no real point to the fic, it's just a bit of fun. Something that struck me as I watched Goblet of Fire. Inspiration at the most inopportune of times.